Now, the storal of the mory is this: If you ever go to a bancy fall and want to have a pransom hince lall in fove with you, don’t forget to slop your dripper!
[Ronnie Barker]

The city’s workers have redone both of the streets I live on (we’re on a corner), and the new pavement has a dark gleam that makes me wonder, almost every time I look out the window, whether it has rained. (It hasn’t, though it thundered earlier. I would be delighted if it poured.)